Slipstream’s ears were ringing after the impact, which also left her dizzy and seeing double. She didn’t know who the mountain of a man was that had assaulted her, but whoever she was one thing was certain, he packed one hell of a punch. She fought to get up; however, with her head spinning, no sooner did she get to her feet did she find herself back down on one knee.
This isn’t good. She thought to herself as she tried to clear her head. She could feel the brute walking towards her, and though she couldn’t make out what he was saying over the ringing in her ears, she knew that he was taunting her. As the massive man bore down on her, she couldn’t help but to wonder if she was actually cut out for this line of work. Sure, she was good at rescuing little old ladies in the crosswalk, and cats out of trees, but when it came to going up against other meta-humans, this monster of a man had shown her that she was woefully under prepared. The ground shook as the man stomped toward her, and then suddenly…it stopped.
She looked up and saw that someone else had joined the party. The man in the suit of armor was talking to the brute, and though she wasn’t able to hear what he was saying, it seemed to draw the ire of the behemoth, who charged at him.
Thanks for the distraction, Iron…Guy. She thought to herself as she struggled to remember her savior’s name. Though she recognized him, she never really paid attention to the various superheroes who have popped up over the last couple of years, something that she knew that she would have to change…assuming she survived this encounter. She took the opportunity provided by the Iron Knight’s distraction to get to her feet and gather her senses. After a moment, her vision steadied and the ringing in her ears stopped. Though she was still a bit unsteady on her feet, she thought that she was recovered enough to take another crack at the mountain-like man while he was distracted by the newcomer.
In the blink of an eye, Slipstream raced toward the behemoth. She ran circles around him, peppering him with punches and elbows to the brute’s midsection, and extended to deliver shots to his head, neck, and face. Hundreds of punches and elbows in a matter of seconds.
“Are you…” She paused for a split second before resuming her attacks.
“Just gonna…”
“Stand there…?” She paused every few passes around the large man, directing her questions at the Iron Knight.
“Or…”
“Are you…”
“Gonna…”
“Knock him…”
“On…”
“His ass..?” She finally came to a stop in front of the dazed brute. “I hope you have something in that suit that’ll bring him down…I don’t...hoo...I don't think I can do that again.” She said trying to catch her breath, having expended about everything she had left after the beating that she had taken before the Iron Knight had arrived.
Looks good, though you might want to change the location of the shack that her creator lived in, as East of Lost Haven is the Atlantic Ocean. But yeah, you're approved
In the days since she foiled the bank robbery in LA, Amanda had been on Cloud Nine. Never in a million years had she dreamed that would ever be able to make a difference the way that now could because of the powers she received from the Meta Domes all those months ago. In the days since she debuted in LA, putting an end to a brazen bank robbery, she found herself running her way all the way up and down the California coast, doing everything that she could to help. Her deeds varied from stopping muggers and minor crime, to preventing an out of control school bus from driving through the children waiting for their ride to school.
For the first time in her life, Amanda truly felt alive.
She had been having dinner with her friend Gemma and her roommate Izzy when she found her mind wandering. Since her powers had manifested, Amanda found it difficult to stay in one place for too long. She got antsy and always wanted to be on the move. While she knew that she really should stay and hang out with her friends, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, and soon found herself out zipping through the streets of Pacific Point. She made her way to some of her favorite spots in the city, Pacific Point Pier just in time to watch the sun sink beneath the Pacific, then to the bluffs, which gave, in her opinion the best panoramic view of the coast in all of California. Then she made her way to where it all began for her, Huntington Park. It was here that she had first discovered her newfound abilities as she saved an oblivious old man from a dubious fate of man sized roadkill.
She smiled as she remembered the man’s baffled expression as she pulled him to safety. However, it was a smile cut short as she heard a disturbance in the distance. She looked in the direction of the disturbance, but at first didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. However, upon closer inspection, she noticed a white van parked at the end of a nearby alley way next to Tornadoes, a popular night spot just on the other side of the park. The van itself was nondescript and looked like it could easily be driven by a local creeper who drove around offering popsicles to children, but that notwithstanding, nothing seemed off about it.
At least until she heard the screaming.
Without even thinking she dashed off toward the van, and as she approached it, she saw that there was indeed something very wrong. There were four men, each of whom appeared to be heavily armed. They had grabbed a man and were forcing him into the back of the van. As Amanda got closer, she saw that the man appeared to be a meta human with reptilian features. He had scaly skin and lizard like eyes, and he looked absolutely terrified. One of the four armed men struck the meta human in the back of the head with the butt of what looked like a shotgun, causing the reptile man to go slack before two of the others grabbed him and dragged him to the back of the van.
“Not tonight, creeps!” She said as she darted toward the men, lowering her shoulder into the chest of the man who had hit the meta with the gun, a blow that sent the man flying backward about a dozen yards before crashing hard to the ground.
She zipped around the other three men, striking at them with fists and elbows, knocking the men to the ground as she moved around the van, looking like a purple streak to anyone looking on. Once the four armed thugs were incapacitated, Slipstream made her way to the back of the van and found not only the reptile man that she had been trying to save, but at least a half a dozen others. She assumed that they were all meta humans, though not all of them had such obvious physical traits as the reptilian.
She was about to tell them that it was all going to be alright, that she was going to get them out of there when the van suddenly and violently rocked, as if someone, or something were getting out of the vehicle. “I wondered how long it would take for one of you to show up.” A voice shot from around the side of the van. Slipstream peered around the side of the van toward the source of the voice and took a step back when she saw the mountain of a man that it belonged to.
By her estimation, he stood around six foot nine inches tall, and was thickly built. If she had to guess, she would say that he probably weighed around three hundred and sixty pounds, and though he was a large man, he didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on his body.
Well shit, I thought this was too easy. Slipstream thought to herself as she sprinted toward the man, hoping to catch him off guard. However, he had been ready for her. Before she had taken off toward him, the large man slapped his hands together in a downward facing angle. The impact of his hands coming together created a shockwave which caused the ground beneath her to buckle and jolt. The sudden movement of the ground beneath her feet caused her to lose her footing, and instead of running toward the man, she found herself slamming hard into the side of the van, then spinning to the ground where she hit her head on the pavement.
“Heh. Too easy. I’m embarrassed for you sweetheart, but the Hounds are just gonna love you.” He said as he took a step toward her.
Alright well I've finished it up, please look when you have time. This is the first time I've done anything rp related in a long time so if you do have to giggle please just go easy.
Character you have created: Dr. David Anderson Jones
Alias: Terra Firma(Working title?)
Speech Color ed1c24 Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: David is a patient, and focused person, qualities driven into him by his long years studying archeology. Although he attained his doctorate he still enjoys playing with his colleagues, including "misplacing" their notes from time to time, which irritates them greatly.
Dr. David Anderson Jones was an American archaeologist who made a name for himself after publishing several papers proving the existence of several other undiscovered ancient tribes. After spending several more years and participating in several guest lectures at universities, including Lost Haven University, David finally found the location of an ancient ruin left behind by one of said tribes in the deep forests of South America. Eager to discover what awaited him inside the newly found ruins David eagerly set off by himself.
After spending days navigating the forests, using his altered maps, he finally found what he had been looking for. The structure itself seemed like a small two floored pyramid, but the inside presented him with what seemed like a maze that went on forever. After a few minutes spent navigating the hallways a feeling began to call to David, a feeling he couldn’t ignore, following that feeling took him half an hour, but he finally made his way to a large room. The room itself was massive, paintings, scriptures, and all sorts of symbols adorned the walls around him. The centerpiece of the massive chamber held a large, almost rainbow colored, crystal which illuminated the entire room, waves of energy fell off almost like a heartbeat.
Upon touching the crystal David’s vision flashed to an entirely different scenario, a scene from the far past. A being pulsating with colors, similar to those radiating off the crystal, was floating above a battlefield of some kind. Various different looking tribesmen where flinging spears and arrows at each other and the being, suddenly lighting struck down onto every tribes’ weapons, destroying them in a violent light. The vision changed again to a scene of those same tribes, but this time they were eating together, and even dancing and drinking around the same crystal David was touching. Then the vision flashed onto modern day, with cars driving by, people walking past, and almost violently the scene changed again. This time there were no tribes celebrating, or people passing by, instead buildings lay in ruins, and the earth burned everywhere he could see. “How..” David mumbled to himself, he then tried to pull away from the crystal with no avail, suddenly he heard a voice in his head “Danger comes. Change needed. Host needed.” Unable to pull away from the crystal David felt himself being swallowed. When he awoke he found himself exhausted and adrift in the ocean until a fishing boat drove by to pick him up. When they asked what happened David simply told them he didn’t remember, which wasn’t far from the truth as he realized he had a serious gap in his own memory. What he could remember were certain feelings, and vague memories of him fighting. From attacking poachers, to some kind of creature underwater, his memory was in patches.
Hero Type (Select one): Elemental (?)
Power Level (Select one below): World Level
Powers (Be Specific): Pyro Kinesis: David can shoot out or control flames in his immediate area, at further ranges past 10 it shoots out like a bolt. At 5 meters he has almost surgical precision. Lightning Kinesis: David can shoot lighting from his own body, and shape it according to his will. But he cannot control it after it leaves him. Geomancy: He can move, lift, and shift rocks around him, but moving something the size of a mountain is outside of his control. He can also control the size and shape of the rocks he moves around. Aside from rocks, and dirt David can also summon crystals if he so chose. Supreme Durability: In his transformed mode David possesses high resistance to physical and energy attacks. Prismatic Body: As most of his transformed body becomes a crystal he can redirect some energy attacks or light in general, at a direction of his choosing. Chrysalis: If incapacitated or damaged to a certain point a Levitation: In his transformed form he is capable of a primitive form of flight more along the lines of levitation.
Attributes (Select one at each category): Height: 6'1 Weight: 220lbs Strength Level: 70 Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 50 Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours Agility: 20x Intelligence: Average Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses: David’s bonding with the Earth isn’t complete and as such has no defense against a psychic attack. Also due to his crystalline nature a sonic attack at the proper frequency would force him back into his human form. He can also be beaten down by an attacker if they were strong enough. As a human he has no training outside of his scholarly pursuits and can be stabbed and shot just as easy as anybody else. If forced back into his human form he would be dazed and vulnerable for a few moments.
Supporting Characters: Dr. Carmine Williams: A colleague and likeminded spirit David befriended the last time he lectured at Lost Haven University.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I’ll find out soon.
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“Wha-What is this?” David mumbled as he found his hands, no, his entire body had changed. The crystal in front of him had receded into the ground at some point, leaving only a freshly stirred mound in its place. Suddenly, as if answering his earlier question a vision flashed through his eyes, a volcano erupting, and then a scene of the Earth itself. “What’s that supposed to be, the power of the Earth? Is that what this is!” David shouted as he spun around the room, he was answered only by silence. “How do I undo this, turn me back, now!” David demanded, still talking to an empty room, his voice echoed for a second. “Bonding incomplete. Practice. Threat” A feminine voice spoke into his head, flat, emotionless. Then another vision came into his head, this time it was a camp of unusually armed people chopping through branches with machetes. Then the image switched to some kind of room, caged animals, and syringes on the floor. “Poachers, is that what they are?” David asked, although he knew that whatever this was didn’t always answer him. As soon as he exited it was almost as if he could feel where he needed to go, but not how far, deciding he might need to go far he immediately broke into a run. Immediately after starting his legs he almost fell over. “Whoa, so much faster.” David mumbled, sparing a glance at the surroundings shrinking behind him, and his own feet moving far faster than they ever did. After a few minutes of running he saw what the Earth had been pushing towards, a one story building of some kind with jeeps parked on the other side by the front. David could overhear voices on the other side, deciding to go in quiet for some information he held himself on the side of the building, covered by the jeeps. “-ck out this cool hardware, looks like we got the best gig sitting out here with these new guns.” A slapping sound could be heard a second later. “No, no we didn’t.” Someone else replied with a hint of annoyance. “Wait, what’s with that glow over by the jeep, did you leave a flashlight on?” “I don’t think so, but let’s check it out.” The two men spoke; David could tell they were definitely getting closer from their voices and footsteps. “Damn, I forgot I’m a freaking lava lamp.” David whispered to himself as he glanced at his body, and I really don’t want to kill anybody. Lighting, from that vision I can use lighting somehow. David recalled the vision from earlier as he thought to himself. David sprung from his cover with a giant leap above the jeep and the two patrol men landing in front of the building itself, leaving a slight crater, expunging the displaced dirt around him in a cloud. Realizing he forgot something David chastised himself in his head. Uh oh, forgot to find out if I was bulletproof beforehand, way to go captain dummy. “What is that?” “Doesn’t matter, open fire!” The two guards who had spoken unleashed a hail of red beams on him. “The hell, these aren’t bullets!” David shouted as he staggered under their fire, in his panic he managed to shift his body to correctly allow the beams to redirect at the building and at the jeep behind the guards, the resulting explosion threw the guards forward in the air, landing just in front of David, and with a grunt they were both out. “I guess I don’t get to practice lightning today.” David whispered to himself, amazed by the destruction he inflicted purely on accident. Looking over at the building David spotting the hole burned through from earlier, squeezing through it David spotted a several cages stacked on top, it looks as though someone had stepped out before he could finish what he was doing. A stack of notes sat on top of a table, certain notes where separated from the others and a syringe was readied but unused, and the bio waste bin was empty. “Help the animals, that’s all you want right?” David questioned the entity from earlier, but was met with no response. David spent the better half of an hour carefully breaking open the cages and carrying the more injured animals deeper into the forest, just before he finished making off with the last one he could hear a car driving through the trees. “Guess their friends were bound to show up.” David grumbled, drawing a perk from the cub in his hands. After setting down the cub momentarily he dug into the ground, lifting a sizeable chunk, and tossing into the front of the building. Deciding he was satisfied with his rushed rescue he made off with the last cub, as he ran he didn’t notice the armor had begun to disappear, revealing his human form again.
The tracker that he had placed on the thief at the museum had finally paid off, leading him to the safe house that the Winter Hill Gang had been able to keep hidden from him. He crouched in silence at the edge of the rooftop of the building directly across from the safe house, which had turned out to be nothing more than a warehouse near the docks.
Cliché much? When are these guys going to try something different? Lyger asked himself as he watched the movements within the warehouse through a pair of miniaturized high powered binoculars that Harry had developed.
He had been worried that the night he had spent with Sammy and her friends would set him back in his search for the thief and his employers. While it had taken several days for the tracker to pay off, he now had the location of the Winter Hill Gang’s safe house. He watched as a caravan of black sedans suddenly pulled up in front of the warehouse. There were four cars, each identical with the windows tinted.
Well, this is interesting. Lyger thought to himself as he watched the passengers emerge from the cars. One man above all else held his interest. He was a short, stocky man with a receding hairline and a slight overbite. From his research into the gang, he knew that this man could only be one person, Wilbur “Rabbit” Knox. The de-facto leader of the Winter Park Gang, who only answered to two men: Mick Sheeran, the undisputed leader of the Winter Park Gang, and the Cowl, who owned Sheeran. Lyger took his time as he assessed the situation. About a dozen men had gotten out of the cars, not counting Rabbit, and from what he could tell; there were at least three others inside, one of which was the thief from the museum.
Lyger slowly rose from his hiding spot and was about to fire a grapnel line from his wrist gauntlet to take him across the way where he would be able to take down the Winter Park Gang, and if he could take down Rabbit along with the rest, that might be a blow that the gang cannot recover from.
“Lyger, I need you back at The Garage.” Harry’s voice came over the com link. “Not now. I can end this tonight.” Lyger responded.
“It can wait, I need you back at The Garage, now.” There was something in Harry’s voice that concerned him. There was a sense of urgency that he hadn’t heard before. “Fine. I’m on my way.”
***
Lyger pulled up a seat next to the computer array that Harry was sitting in front of and took off his mask. As he looked to his mentor, he noted that the older man had a look of deep concern on his face; it was a look that he hadn’t seen since D-Day. But there was something else in the way that he carried himself, a sense of sadness that he couldn’t quite place.
“Harry, what’s going on?” Kyle asked as he made eye contact with his mentor. Harry sat quietly for a moment as he pulled up the files on the computer. Finally, he looked met his protégé’s gaze. He pulled up a photo of a man who looked to be in his early to mid forties. Kyle didn’t know who the man was, but was curious to find out why he had Harry so shaken.
“This…” Harry started, then paused to take a deep breath. “This is Dr. Jason Miles. Up until recently, he was a sleep researcher at Acadia State Hospital, unfortunately, something went wrong with one of his experiments and he became an inmate at Acadia State Hospital. Three nights ago, he murdered an orderly and escaped. The Crown Ridge Police Department are keeping it quiet for now while they try to find him.”
“Alright, I--” Harry interrupted him.
“His mother is also a very good friend of mine. I’ve known Jason since he was nine years old. Kyle, you need to find him before the police do. They won’t hesitate to put him down if they think he’s a threat. You need to make sure that doesn’t happen. I owe it to his mother.” Harry told him.
“I’ll bring him in.” Kyle promised.
“Good. Now go.” Harry said. “And Kyle…take the car.”
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